He's forgotten about it by the time Billy calls. It's been weeks and Mark has already settled on the idea he was being preyed upon by someone who liked fucking around with him. Besides, he had a few things he was caught up in.

Between all of them working to help Roger out, they managed something else. A protest. Maureen's idea, of course, because on top of that it looked like Mark and Roger and Collins and--hell all of them--were getting evicted. Again.

They'd fight. They always did.

The point was that Mark barely got time to shoot anything for his footage, let alone think about a phone call. He's in the middle of trying to figure out how much money he'll get if he sells his film production stuff when the phone rings.

"Speaaaaak," Roger and Mark's voices together closely followed by the tone, and it's only when Mark realizes who it is that he picks up the phone and apologizes. They decide to meet, and Mark is very careful about where. Chooses a spot near but not in Alphabet City and the tent quarter so Billy doesn't have to go into the shadier part of town, and chooses a park because Mark can't pay for a damn thing like a drink at the moment. He arrives, on his bike at the promised time, and catches sight of the other.

"Heeey, you're actually here!"